I hate san genero [however it's spelled]. what a pile of shit.

Went to the scholastic book store with my friend to read kiddie books. fun times.

errr, I should do my homework.

Today as I was walking to Duane Reade, I become highly disturbed by the anorexic models around me. FOOD IS GOOD. I wanted to run up to one of them and stuff pizza, pepsi, sweet tarts, snickers, party mix, sugar cookies, cookie dough, anything at all down their throats. Why don't they eat? It's disguisting.

I wanted to go to Mars 2112 today but they were closed for some "private party". What a load of crap. Eh, oh well.

Tomorrow I'm off to a place far, far away from this city. Far away from the skinny models, private parties, and all that comes with city life. Now I must think of a way to entertain myself for 6 hours on a plane. Any ideas?

Today as I was buying some clothes at Kohl's, it hit me: every store I go to is part of a chain. I shop and eat and survive on stores that are part of a large franchise. After reading (part of)Fast Food Nation, I have become much more aware of chains in America and how they control everyone's lives. Why can't I shop at a store that is original, that there is only one of in the world? I love Kohl's, they have cheap clothing that actually fits, so I can't complain too much, but geeze, why are there multiples of every store imaginable?

By the way, as I was enjoying my Kohl's shopping experience, I remembered the time I spent complaining about the destruction of this beautiful field near my country house, which was sold to Kohl's and is now used as an outlet for all of their factory labored clothing.

I'm a walking contradiction.

My dad told me about this article about life in some other random stars. And he kept trying to insist that right now, since the number of stars is infinite, that someone who looks just like me, has the same name and everything, is doing the same thing I am right now. Maybe my brain is a little too underdeveloped for this philosophical stuff, but I don't get it.

Explain this to me. I'm lost.

I'm currently reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, but I'm worried that my reading will have to be suspended because I must dig myself into Zinn's A People's History of the United States. It's preparing for US History next year. And it's mandatory. Why else would I be reading a 500 page book on the United States?

Today was a yucky day. I locked myself inside to stay away from the dark skies. I hate rainy days.

Today I bought some vanilla coke. Talk about weirdness. I rarely buy soda anymore, but I'll consider this a celebration for the last day of school. Score. :P